Psalms 10:1
Why art thou gone so farre of, o LORDE? wilt thou hyde thyselff in tyme of trouble?
Why art thou gone so farre of, o LORDE? wilt thou hyde thyselff in tyme of trouble?
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24 Wherfore hydest thou thy face, and holdest me for thine enemye?
14 LORDE, why puttest thou awaye my soule? Wherfore hydest thou thy face fro me?
23 Vp LORDE, why slepest thou? Awake, and cast vs not of for euer.
24 Wherfore hydest thou thy face? wilt thou clene forget oure misery and oppressio?
1 How longe wilt thou forget me, o LORDE? for euer? how longe wilt thou hyde thy face fro me?
1 Geue sentence vpon me (o God) & defende my cause agaynst the vnholy people: Oh delyuer me from the disceatfull & wicked man.
2 For thou (o God) art my stregth: why hast thou shot me from the? Why go I then so heuely, whyle the enemie oppresseth me?
1 My God, my God: why hast thou forsaken me? ye wordes of my coplaynte are farre fro my health.
2 O my God, I crie in the daye tyme, but thou hearest not: and in the night season also I take no rest.
17 Heare me (o LORDE) for thy louynge kyndnesse is confortable: turne the vnto me acordinge vnto yi greate mercy.
7 But as soone as thou turnedest thy face fro me, I was brought in feare.
46 The dayes of his youth hast thou shortened, and couered him with dishonoure.
22 This thou seist, o LORDE: holde not thy tonge the: go not farre fro me, o LORDE.
1 Heare my prayer (o LORDE) and let my criege come vnto the.
2 Hyde not thy face fro me in the tyme of my trouble: enclyne thine eares vnto me when I call, O heare me, and that right soone.
1 O God, wherfore doest thou cast vs so cleane awaye? why is yi wrath so hote agaynst ye shepe of yi pasture?
19 But be not thou farre fro me, o LORDE: thou art my sucoure, haist the to helpe me.
21 Forsake me not (O LORDE my God) O go not farre fro me.
11 O go not fro me the, for trouble is harde at honde, and here is none to helpe me.
9 My hert speaketh vnto the, my face seketh the, yee LORDE, thy face wil I seke. O hyde not thou thy face fro me, cast not thy seruaunt of in displeasure.
9 Whyle my bones are broken, & whyle myne enemies cast me in the tethe,
10 daylie sayenge vnto me: where is now thy God?
11 For he sayeth in his herte: Tush, God hath forgotten, he hath turned awaye his face, so yt he will neuer se it.
12 Aryse o LORDE God, lift vp thine honde, and forget not the poore.
27 How maye then Iacob thinke, or how maye Israel saye: My wayes are hyd from the LORDE, and my God knoweth not of my iudgmentes.
1 O Lorde, thou art more rightuous, then that I shulde dispute with the: Neuertheles, let me talke with the in thinges reasonable. How happeneth it, that the waye off the vngodly is so prosperous? and that it goeth so wel with them, which (with out eny shame) offede and lyue in wickednesse?
1 Heare my prayer (o God) and hyde not thy self fro my peticion. Take hede vnto me and heare me, how piteously I mourne & coplayne.
12 As for me, I wil pacietly abyde allwaye, & wil euer encrease thy prayse.
10 We se oure tokens nomore, there is not one prophet more, no not one that vnderstondeth enymore.
11 Oh God, how loge shal the aduersary do this dishonoure, how loge shal the enemie blaspheme thy name? foreuer?
20 Whe I crie vnto the, thou doest not heare me: & though I stonde before the, yet thou regardest me not.
1 In the LORDE put I my trust: how will ye then saye to my soule: that she shulde fle as a byrde vpon youre hill?
2 Whyle ye vngodly hath the ouer hande, the poore must suffre persecucion: O that they were taken in the ymaginacions which they go aboute.
9 The LORDE is a defence for the poore, a defence in the tyme of trouble.
9 Delyuer me (o LORDE) fro myne enemies, for I resorte vnto the.
10 Shalt not thou do it, o God, thou yt hast cast vs out: thou God, yt wentest not out wt or hoostes?
3 Why lettest thou me se weerynesse and laboure? Tyrany and violence are before me, power ouergoeth right:
2 Wherfore shal the Heithen saye: where is now their God?
1 Haist the (o God) to delyuer me, & to helpe me, o LORDE.
11 Shalt not thou do it (o God) which hast cast vs out: thou God, yt wentest not forth with oure hoostes?
3 Yf thou (LORDE) wilt be extreme to marcke what is done amysse, Oh LORDE, who maye abyde it?
5 For in the tyme of trouble he hath hyd me in his tabernacle, yee in the secrete place of his dwellinge hath he kepte and set me vp vpon a rocke of stone.
10 Maye the dust geue thankes vnto ye? Or shal it declare thy faithfulnesse?
1 Why are they so many (o LORDE) yt trouble me? a greate multitude are they, that ryse agaynst me.
20 Wherfore wilt thou still forget vs, and forsake vs so longe?
8 For thou art the comforte & helpe of Israel in the tyme of trouble. Why wilt thou be as a straunger in the Londe, and as one that goeth ouer the felde, ad cometh in only to remayne for a night?
49 What man is he that lyueth, and shal not se death? Maye a ma delyuer his owne soule from the honde of hell?
22 Thou hydest them priuely by thine owne presence from the proude men, thou kepest them secretly in thy tabernacle, from the strife of tonges.
1 O Lorde my God, in ye do I trust: saue me fro all the yt persecute me, & delyuer me.
1 The LORDE heare the in the tyme off trouble, the name of the God of Iacob defende the.